Daisy lowered her head, looking at the shadow enveloping her, and slightly tightened her grip on the stone, the veins on the back of her hand standing out.
For some reason, everything around seemed to quiet down, even Jasper stopped crying, leaving only the small thug who kept rolling on the ground, groaning in pain.
It was hard to describe how it felt to see this man again—
Like a sky that had just cleared being overcast once more, the intense pressure made it hard to breathe.
The sound of footsteps rustling through the grass reached her—it was him coming over, standing in front of her. Daisy pressed her lips together, watching him bend down and extend his long, beautiful hand to take the stone clenched in her palm, tossing it aside on the ground not far away.
Then her shoulder sank—it was him taking off his coat and draping it over her disheveled shoulders.
Her mind, which had quieted down, was filled with just one thought.
—She wasn’t ready yet.
—She wasn’t ready yet to face this face identical to his.
She felt a lightness—it was someone picking her up from the ground. Daisy instinctively raised her head, and in her view was the man’s clean, sculpted jawline.
His chin had a faint shadow of stubble, perhaps because he hadn’t had time to tidy himself up these days. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝
Perhaps sensing her gaze, the man lowered his eyes, his cold gaze sweeping over her face, where she saw a faint flame of anger in his eyes.
Daisy pressed her lips tight, averted her gaze, and looked toward Jasper and the others not far away.
The few thugs were pinned to the ground by Edward Stephens’ men; they were all strong, tall adult men, directly frightening those weak little thugs into submission, lying there with pale faces, not daring to breathe loudly.
Granny Dixon, who had never seen such a scene, held Jasper wide-eyed in fear at the dozens of people appearing in her courtyard, looking utterly overwhelmed.
Daisy spoke hoarsely in a low voice, "Put me down, I can walk by myself."
This statement seemed to touch some reverse scale in the man; she clearly felt his arm tighten, the hand encircling her waist digging in as if trying to bend her in half.
She took a low breath, too frightened to speak, curling up in the man’s embrace, pointing toward the small house by the lake, "I live there now."
Edward did not respond but started walking in the direction she indicated.
Daisy turned her head to glance at Jasper and Granny Dixon, seeing the two in the midst of the men, looking at her with concern, made her feel uneasy.
Arriving at the small house door, Daisy hadn’t even taken out her key to open it when she saw the man raise his foot. "Bang!" The wooden door was kicked open completely.
Daisy’s motion remained in the state of taking out her key as she watched the shaking wooden door nearly fall off, remaining silent for a moment, saying nothing further.
The man stepped inside, his gaze scanning the room for a few seconds before walking over to place her on the bed.
Daisy looked up to the face of the man standing before her.
This extremely handsome male face, at the moment filled with anger, was instead so captivating that it was impossible to look away. Those dark eyes cast a gloomy shadow over her, prompting Daisy to slightly bring her legs together, wrap her arms around herself, trying to hide the goosebumps rising on her skin.